Packing Heat(41)

What surprised me was that she had chosen me over them. She seemed to think that the Spiders were good guys and that my people were all bad. She didn’t really know the Spiders, and yet she still had chosen me.

Maybe she realized that I was the only person who gave a fuck about her in all this. The Spiders would probably ship her off to China and hide her in some fucking rat’s nest. They didn’t give a fuck about her.

“If we can contact them again, maybe we can explain. They can give us something.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“We tell the Spiders what we need. They feed us information. We give it to my bosses.”

“Wouldn’t that be lying?”

“Who the fuck cares? The Spiders could lie, or they could give us something real. Either way, we need something.”

She stared at me. “Why are you doing all of this?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You’re carrying my baby.”

“Maybe, but I wasn’t before.”

“True.” I walked over to her, getting closer. She took a step back. “Maybe I’m tired of all the violence for no reason. Maybe I want a reason.”

“Why am I your reason?”

“You know why.”

“Because you want to sleep with me.”

“That’s a big part of it.” I got closer to her, inches away. I took her by the small of her back and pulled her roughly against me.

“You just want to keep fucking me.”

“You’re damn right I do,” I whispered in her ear.

And then I kissed her hard. She kissed me back, our lips moving together as my hands held her against my body.

Desire erupted through my skin. Everything disappeared except for Cassidy and her perfect body pressed against mine. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder as we kissed.

Slowly, she pulled back and looked at me. “I don’t know what to do,” she said.

“Trust me. You’re right. The Spiders aren’t my personal enemy. If we do this right, we don’t have to fuck them over.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll trust you.”

“Good.” I went to kiss her again, but she squirmed her way out of my grip.

“Let me get my laptop from my bag,” she said.

“We can do that later.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “Let’s do it now before I change my mind.”

She disappeared into the bedroom and I was left there with a hard dick and some serious frustration.

Which I fucking loved. I could handle a little teasing.

Mostly because I knew I was going to get what I wanted in the end.





21





Cassidy





I slowly got my laptop from my bag, willing myself to calm down. My pussy was soaking wet and I was breathing deeply. I wanted to go out there and get down on my knees until he gave me exactly what I wanted.

Instead, I had to get myself under control. Things were getting difficult, and I couldn’t let myself get too distracted.

I didn’t want to destroy the Spiders. Rafa clearly didn’t care either way. He seemed mostly motivated by keeping me alive and getting in my panties, which I definitely wasn’t complaining about.

I trusted him the most of anyone. I couldn’t explain it, but I was drawn to him. Even though the Spiders were doing good work in the city and he worked for violent thugs, I knew Rafa cared about me. Underneath all that bravado and swagger, he definitely cared.

Why else risk so much for someone? He had to care. I had to believe that.

I went back into the other room, my laptop tucked under my arm.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“Another room. Make it harder for them to figure out that it’s us.”

“Okay. Lead the way.”

We headed out the door and back into the maze of hallways. I stuck close to Rafa as we went down a floor and followed a few long halls, ignoring the stares of the staff. I felt like we were being watched by a thousand eyes, and we probably were. There were cameras everywhere, although I couldn’t spot any. There was no way the mafia wasn’t surveilling their own mansion.

We finally stopped in front of a bland door. Rafa took his key card from his pocket and swiped. The door clicked open and we walked inside.

The room was completely barren. It looked like it had been an apartment at one point, but they were probably doing construction on it, or possibly getting new furniture.

“This will work,” he said. “Can you get Wi-Fi?”

“Let me see.” I sat down on the floor and crossed my legs. I opened my laptop lid and booted it up. Rafa leaned up against the window, his arms crossed, and watched me.

The computer booted up and connected to the internet with no problem. “Got it,” I said.